"Master, kill the same door, insult Huaxia martial arts."
The place where Zhao Fanmu hopes is exactly the unable to kill the emperor Zhanmut on the fist.
"Brother, how do you plan to deal with him?" Chen Chun'er said: "I remember that there was a post that Zhou Hong had collected a orphan from Egypt but had a good martial arts talent. He also had nine disciples.
The nine nine are all. "
"Since I want to degrade Huaxia martial arts in the name of Egyptian physical technique, it is as he wish."
Zhao Fan smiled slightly, and stepped forward, and went straight to the boxing stamp with an arc iron pillar.
"Okay, when you encounter such a thing outside, you must not tolerate." Chen Chun'er followed.
Above the boxing, Zhou Hongzong was trembling with anger. He had a medium -term realm of a master, but now, he can only play the strength of innate early days.
Instead, three months ago, I was fighting with an Indian yoga master. The opponent of the realm was equivalent to the middle level of the master, but when people were not as good as Zhou Hong, the yoga master temporarily broke through the temporarily breakthrough.
, Reach the level of the master in the later period.
The situation is poured aside.
Although it was not a life and death battle, Zhou Hong also suffered serious injuries in the end, and it took at least half a year to rest.
Not long ago, the United States wanted to dominate the underground black boxing, and when the news came back, it was even more opportunities to give the nine innate peak brothers poisoning, and even half -step master could not break the master of the half -step master.
The metal handcuffs that were opened were bound to Zhou Hong, and then a group of foreigners came to the United States with Zhanmut, who secretly transported Zhou Hong to the United States, and there was today's scene.
"My dear master, don't be angry."
Zhan Mut laughed in a low voice: "Today, in any case, you will all be the prestige of the emperor all over me. No one can stop the rise of Egyptian physical technique. Huaxia martial arts will be fiercely stepped on my feet.
"
"Pooh!"
Among the nine Chinese warriors, the elder brother took a sip and cursed: "Dogs of Dog Egyptian skills, your fingers and the ground god split, both hands, which is not our long -circulating martial arts? And the face says that the face says
It's Egyptian Sports! "
"The loser is not qualified to say this, and the lies of the winner will always be true."
Zhanmut smiled at the blondee beside him.
"You will definitely be retributed!" Zhou Hong looked directly at Zhan Mut: "I really should listen to my old friends, not my ethnic group, their hearts will be different."
The latter shrugged his shoulders without guilty. "What do you say, even if the Da Luo Jinxian in the legend of Huaxia can't save you, it can be my honor, it is your honor, and the dead is worth it.
In the future, with my name, it will be loaded into the history book! "
The blonde stupered took the microphone and stood by the referee to the edge of the boxing platform, but it also maintained a distance with the arc iron pillar. Her beautiful face filled with a bright smile. "Now, our second killing emperor will be for him for him.
The opponent, that is, the ten Chinese warriors unbuttoned and handcuffed in person. "
"Egyptian Sports!"
"The garbage Huaxia martial arts!"
"Is the East Asian sick husband also have martial arts?"
"Put these ten yellow -skinned monkeys out of shit!"
Thousands of audiences below cheered crazy, waves like waves, making the ceiling faintly trembling.
The blonde stunner threw the key in her hand to the Emperor in the second, and then closed the electric gate. The iron door opened. She and the referee left the boxing platform together.
A real -time commentary in one enemy.
And Murte, reached out and took over the key disk, and came to Zhou Hong in the wind, and directly handcuffed the other party, opened the handcuffs.
Zhou Hong had already been angry. At this moment, he lifted the restrictions. He could no longer hold back, and he smashed his fist and smashed into his sin.
As soon as Zhanmut's neck was crooked, he avoided it lightly and easily.
Then he raised his feet, kicked Zhou Hong to the ground ruthlessly, and successively unbuttered the restraint for the nine brothers.
Nine people, like Zhou Hong, no matter who's shackles are opened, the first thing is to take advantage of Mett. As a result, like Master, they were knocked to the ground by the half -step master of the master.
Then, then
The blonde stunners on the commentary smiled and said sarcastically: "Look! How unintellable the rules of the Chinese warrior and do not understand gratitude. They killed the emperor to help them unbutton, but they were attacked."
The referee also nodded deeply and said: "Yeah, the contest did not start, so they attacked. According to our rules, we should shoot directly. Fortunately, our spiked emperor was very generous, just a gently warned, but that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, then
Ten Chinese warriors are weak as breeding meat chickens, and they are knocked down by one foot, two words ... garbage! "
"That Zhou Hong, is it really Huaxia's martial arts master? Oh my god, no one has exposed his true face for so many years, how stupid the Huaxia people can imagine." At the same time, the blonde stunner said, scanning the audience, watching it, and watching the audience.
Eyes are extremely proud.
The words of the two, flying up the rhythm, the audience who did not know the truth, the inciting arms, hoping that the emperor would kill the head of the ten Chinese warriors!
Zhou Hong and the nine congented disciples have been climbed from the ground, and they have only taken the foot of Matt, which has caused them to be injured. The strength of the great weakening has become even more unbearable.
However, by a group of western people, they would rather die with bones, and do not want to follow them.
"bring it on!"
Zhou Hong tied a horse step, his left hand was chapter, and his right hand sank around his waist.
His nine disciples floated invisible anger on his body, and he looked straight at the Egyptian teacher who had been modest and learned without changing his face.
"Come one by one, or go together?"
Zhanmut deliberately enlarged his voice. Even if there was no microphone, there was a quarantine belt. After being heard by blonde stunners, it was repeated again, and the audience fell into crazy again.
"Domineering, too domineering!"
"This is the second killing emperor who shoulder Egypt's rise in physical surgery!"
"The yellow -skinned monkeys are really invalid, do ten, and they are like a dead father and mother, haha!"
At this moment, the audience on the south side of the Tiezhu discovered the abnormal situation and shouted in surprise:
"There is a pair of men and women, black hair, east -easthole!"
"Already standing in front of the arc iron pillar, who can tell me when it appeared?"
"My God, what do these two people want to do? Is it Japanese or Huaxia?"
At the same time, the consciousness of the staff in the background will have unexpected events, and the keen professional smell allows him to adjust the angle of a camera through a computer to the direction of the south side of the arc iron pillar.
One is divided into two, and the situation shows that position simultaneously.
"Is the yellow -skinned young man looking for death?" The blonde stunner held the microphone. "Now he puts his hands to the iron pillar flowing with an arc!"
The referee asked: "Do you want the guards to shoot and kill?"
"No!"
The blonde stunner shook his head and said: "Compared to the gunfire, I prefer to die alive, so that people can see the blood veins expand, and it is rare to stimulate."
"He won't really touch it, it may be the eyeball, and immediately retract ..."
The words of the referee said half of it, but the other half stuck hard on his throat. He petrified the big screen, and his eyes seemed to jump out!
"Buy Karma, this ... how is this possible?!" And blonde stunner, stunned.
Thousands of audiences in the audience lost their sounds collectively. The scalp looked at the yellow -skinned youth standing in front of the oriental beauty.
Seeing his left hand five fingers, he was pale on a iron pillar with random arc, and the violent arc, like facing the nemesis, retreated, centered on the hand, 30 cm up and down, 30 cm up and left, 30 cm up and left and left.
The distance is calm as the beginning, there is no point of light.
Not only that, the right hand of the oriental youth also lifted the iron pillars next door, and the arc without consciousness rejected it again.
"Did you see the ghost?"
"I feel, the arc seems to be afraid of that person!"
Blondee, referee, and many audiences have returned to God, there are a lot of uproar!
Above the boxing.
At this time, Zhou Hong and the disciples on the south side turned around at this time, looking at the young people standing outside but holding the iron pillar with both hands. They shocked the pupils sharply.
It is really not an illusion, and the ecstatic color surges on the face!
He is here!
Jiangzhou Wuzun, Zhao Fan!
The eyes of the nine disciples are as excited as seeing the savior.
However, Zhou Hong's complexion suddenly became ashamed. As a master of martial arts, he was caught by the exotic slaughter. He almost lost the face of the Chinese warrior.
Zhao Fan's flat face, without any expression, even if the micro -expression expert who reached the peak in the world came, he couldn't see what he was thinking.
It is worth mentioning that Zhanmut has not seen photos of his circulating in the black market for the name of Jiangzhou Wuzun, but because in the past two years, he has been mixed with underground black boxing.
I missed it perfectly because of a life and death battle.
He stared at the oriental men and women in front of the iron pillars on the south, and his eyes were clear, so he was holding this with his hands with the iron pillars with a violent arc.
Above, because even Zhan Mat itself, I dare not touch the strong voltage current.
The next moment, Zhanmut suddenly noticed that there was a thin golden material on the other's hands. He was clear in his heart, and then transformed into disdain. It turned out that he wore insulating gloves in that bluff.
The violent arc that has dropped the great retreat and dare not approach.
"Huaxia?"
He sneered and asked in Chinese.
"That's right, it's your grandfather Huaxia." Zhao Fan's faint voice seemed like a light wind, drilling into the ears of the emperor.
"A big tone."
Zhanmut has a posture that does not refuse, "What, do you want to save them?"
"Think too much."
Zhao Fan shook his head and sighed slightly with his lips slightly: "I heard that some people here do not take Huaxia martial arts seriously, so come to see it. Oh, now what is really a cat and dog dare to step on Huaxia martial arts.
If it is convenient, let me see how the so -called Egyptian physical technique will be? "